"Marry, will it? that we shall see, I trow. See there’s a bird yonder; ’tis a heron, now fly our birds at her." No sooner said than done; off went the jesses, away went the hoods, and with a swing of the arm and wrist, the noble birds were cast off the fist. Up they sprang high in air. The gerfalcon mounted quicker, but the peregrine went straighter. Away they sped and the boys after them, halloing to the dogs to keep to heel. "See, Ralph, I told thee so, thy bird can’t hold a candle to mine. Well flown, Swiftwing, well mounted! Now she sees the quarry!" "Ay, and the quarry sees her. Look, Jasp, she has turned, and, by St Edmund, she’ll cross my beauty! Listen to the sweet tinkle of her bells. How swift she mounteth. Ah! my little lady, thou knowest thy work well." "I’ll bet you my new riding-whip against your new set of bells, that my hawk strikes her first." "Done!" cried Ralph eagerly. The attention of the two boys was keenly fixed on the two birds, and they rode on, heeding nothing, the varlet who attended his young lords keeping well up with them. "Hi! Master Jasper, look where thou goest," cried out the servant; "thou will ride down yon old man!" Jasper was not best pleased at being interrupted in his view of the sport, and, glancing down, saw a man with a hood drawn over his head, and an old tattered gown on, who was with difficulty walking across the heath, attended by a young girl, meanly attired, but very modest and sweet-looking. "Why, old man, wherefore crossedst thou my path? Didst not see the game toward? Fie, I should have thought an old man like you wouldst have known better!" "Nay, fair gentleman, I did cross thy path purposely. I have lost my way, and am parlous footsore; so is this poor lass, my daughter; and I crave you of your kindness tell me where we may get shelter." "Ay, that will my father right willingly give you. Go you on, keep the path over the common, and we shall follow you anon. Thou canst not miss thy way. Say young Master Jasper of Thruxton sent thee. Thou wilt meet with care enough there." "Grammercy, fair young master; but I will not keep thee from thy sport to waste thy time hearing a poor man’s thanks." So saying, the man and the young girl continued their way. Ralph had been looking on; he saw how weary the man was, and his generous young heart beat with pity. He rode after the strangers, and, dismounting, insisted on the poor man getting up and taking his daughter on the croup behind him. There was something in the manner of the wanderers which seemed to tell him they were not common people. The man was evidently much touched. He thanked the boy with quiet dignity, and accepted his offer with ready pleasure; while the large hazel eyes of the girl filled with grateful emotion. She gave him a shy glance, full of gratitude. At this moment a loud shout of disappointment came from Jasper.